She wore a checkered shirt, the sleeves cut free, unbuttoned so she half spilled out and knotted just below her wondrous ta ta's and a pair of minuscu...e daisy dukes frayed and worn to thread bare in the most delectable locations and the outline of her fetching camel toe in plain sight.Her get up was a fitting tribute to Jessica Simpson's Dukes of Hazard role, but for my money, she looked far and away better.''Which one of you fine gentlemen wants to pilot this ole Continental contraption?''. Jerome then moved out of her way. I figured he was going to let her leave but how wrong I was.As Marisa walked to the door reaching for the knob Jerome quickly grabbed her hand. Spinning her around he pressed her entire body against the door so she was now facing towards me. Marisa looked to be fighting against him as she tried to get away. Jerome was far too strong though holding. Bending down her started kissing her neck then her lips. Marisa still wasn't having any of it as she continued. I started taking orders, apologising for the delay. "Don't worry, we were enjoying the sights," was the general reply.God it felt great. I had not forgotten the exhilaration, but taking up where I had left off, nearly a year ago, seemed to enthuse me even more. It seemed that many of the guests were also feeling a similar enthusiasm. After delivering each order, I was able to move from table to table, and chat with each one of my audience. This was a whole lot better than merely putting my. I reached up and untied the string on his sweatpants and slowly pulled them down. He was not wearing underwear so his thick cock came into view immediately. Just like yesterday he was already half hard and was of course bigger than I’ve ever been. I removed his sweats one foot at a time and actually folded them before crawling over and placing them neatly on the chair.Instinctively I crawled back and knelt before my master not able to take my eyes from his thick black cock. I could smell his.